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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.