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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.