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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.