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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.