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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.