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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
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.