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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.