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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Shoche,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.