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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.