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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.