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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.