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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
ABC,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.