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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.