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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.