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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.