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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.