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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.