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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
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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.