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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.