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 Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
UT,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.