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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 a theremin 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.