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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.