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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.