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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.