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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Q65,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.