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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.