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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.