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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.