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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.