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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
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.