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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.