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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.