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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter 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 punk 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 sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.