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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
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.