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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.