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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.