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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.