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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.