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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.