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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.