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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
MDC,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.