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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Residents to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.