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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.