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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.