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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.