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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.