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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.