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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.