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 Burkina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.