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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.