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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.