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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Gong,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.