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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Television,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.