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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.