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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.