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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
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,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.