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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.