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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
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,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.