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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
The Martian,
Visage,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.