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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.