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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.