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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.