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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Q65,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.