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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.