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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.