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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.