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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.