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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.