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 South and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
10cc,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.