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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
CMW,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.