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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Television,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Index,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.