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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Pole,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.