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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.