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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Brick,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.