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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.