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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.