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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.