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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.