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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.