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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
the Association,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.