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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Slackers 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.