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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.