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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
UT,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Ten City,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
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.