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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
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,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Index,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.