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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.