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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.