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 Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.