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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.