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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.