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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
the Association,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.