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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Can,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.