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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.