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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.