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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.