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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.