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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.