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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.