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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.