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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.