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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Organ,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.