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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.