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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.