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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
X-102,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
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.