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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.