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 Fiji and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.