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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.