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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s 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 The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.