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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.