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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.