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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the dance 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Faust,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.