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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.