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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
EPMD,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
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.