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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.