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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.