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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.