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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.