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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Nico,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.