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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.