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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter 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,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Japan,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.