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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Nas,
Visage,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.