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 Burundi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.