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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
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,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Television,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Section 25,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.