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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.