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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
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,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.