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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.