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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
MC5,
X-101,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.