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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.