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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.