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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.