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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
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,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.