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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
New Order,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.