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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
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.