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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.