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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
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 Sound,
Rekid,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.