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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
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,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.