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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.