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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.