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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Television,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
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.