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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.