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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
The Names,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.