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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
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.