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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Index,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.