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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.