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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Camberwell Now 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.