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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Magma,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.