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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.