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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.