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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.