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 Turkey 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
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,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
The Motions,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.