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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.