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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.