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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Nico,
The Move,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.