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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Television,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.