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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Jawbox,
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.