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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.