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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
CMW,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.