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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.