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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Roxette,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.