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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Cameo,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.