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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.