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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 808 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.