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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the grime 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.