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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.