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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.