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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.