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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.