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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.