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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
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.