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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.