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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
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.