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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
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.