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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
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.