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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.