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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.