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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.