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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin 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 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?
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Scion,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.