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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.