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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.