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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Nico,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.