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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.