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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.