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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.