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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.