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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.