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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.