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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
June Days,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
DNA,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.