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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.