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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.