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 Benin and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skarface to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.