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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.