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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.