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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
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.