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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.