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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
the Germs,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.