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 Liechtenstein 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.