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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.