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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
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,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.