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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
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,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.