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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
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,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.