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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.