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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.