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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.