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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.