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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
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,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.