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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.