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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
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,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.