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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
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,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Japan,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.