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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
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.