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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.