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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.