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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
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,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Gong,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.