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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.