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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.