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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.