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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.