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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.