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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
MDC,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
UT,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.