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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Crime,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.