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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.