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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.