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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.