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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.