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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.