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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.