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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.