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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.