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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.