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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
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,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.