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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.