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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.