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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
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.