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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Pole,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.