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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.