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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q65 to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.