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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
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.