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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Halifax.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.