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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
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,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
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.