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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Television,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.