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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Can,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.