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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.