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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.