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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.