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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
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.