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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Gong,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
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.