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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.