Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.