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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Kinks to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.