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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.