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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.