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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
The Fall,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.