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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.