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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Can 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.