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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.