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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.