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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
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.