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 Senegal 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.