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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.