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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
UT,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.