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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
the Association,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.