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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.