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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Swans,
Rakim,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.