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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
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,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
the Association,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.