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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.