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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.