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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.