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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
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 Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Motorama,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
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.