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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.