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 and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.