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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.