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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.