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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.