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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
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,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.