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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.