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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.