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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.