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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Searchers to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.