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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.