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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.