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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Tubeway Army 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.