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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.