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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Cluster,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.