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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Wire,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.