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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.