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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Franke,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.