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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.