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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.