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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Can,
Section 25,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.