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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
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,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.