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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
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,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.