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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.