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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Whodini,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.