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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.