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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
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,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.