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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
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,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Rakim,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.