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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
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.