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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.