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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.