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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.