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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
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.