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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.