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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.