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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
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,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Qualms,
cv313,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.