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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.