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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Nico,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.