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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.