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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Pole,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.