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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the dance 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 The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Aswad,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.