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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Can,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.