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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.