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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Magma,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.