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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Magma,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
ABBA,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.