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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.