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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
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.