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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.