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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.