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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pole to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.