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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
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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.