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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
the Germs,
the Association,
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.