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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.