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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.