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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.