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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.