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 Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.