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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.