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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.