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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.