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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Y Pants to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
10cc,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.