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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
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,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.