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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.