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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Pole,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.