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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.