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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
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,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.