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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.