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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
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,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.