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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a snare 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.