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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.