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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
the Association,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.