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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.