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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.