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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Model 500,
The Move,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.