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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
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,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.