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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.