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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.