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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.