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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.