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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.