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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.