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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.