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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.