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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.