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 Pakistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.