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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gladiators to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 a mellotron and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.