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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.