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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Mars,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.