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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Echospace,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Crime,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.