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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama 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?
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Mandrill,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.