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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Brick,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.