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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.