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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.