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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Josef K,
the Association,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.