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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.