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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.