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 Hungary and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
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,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.