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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.