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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Chrome,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.