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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
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,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Technova,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.