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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
The Index,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Nico,
the Normal,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.