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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.