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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Skriet,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.