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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
X-102,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.