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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.