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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.