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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.