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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.