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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
June of 44,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.