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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.