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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mars to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Index,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.