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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.