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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.