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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.