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 Lesotho 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
The Associates,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
PIL,
Nas,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
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.