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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
the Association,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.