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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Mars,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.