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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.