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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.