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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.