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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
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.