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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Nas,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.