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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Organ,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.