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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.