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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.