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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.