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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Pagans,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.