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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Swans,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.