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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.