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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 theremin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.