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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.