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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Scion,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.