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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.