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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.