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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.