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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a sitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.