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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.