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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.