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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.