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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.