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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.