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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Mars,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.