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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.