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 Denmark 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.