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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.