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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Pagans,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.