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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.