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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.