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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.