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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.