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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.