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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.