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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.