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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
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.