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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.