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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 marimba 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.