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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
CMW,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.