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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Little Man,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Index,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.