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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.