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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.