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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.