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 Pakistan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.