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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.