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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.