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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.