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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
UT,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.