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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
the Normal,
The Move,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.