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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Suicide,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.