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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
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,
New Order,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.