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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.