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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Index,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
The Fall,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.