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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.