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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.