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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.