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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.