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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
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,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.