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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
the Germs,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Television,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.