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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Count Five to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.