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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.