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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.