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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
The Names,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.