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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
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,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Mars,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.