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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.