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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.