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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Flipper,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real 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.