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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.