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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.