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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Crime,
X-102,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.