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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.