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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.