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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.