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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.