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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.