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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
The Associates,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.