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 France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.