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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ronan 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Monolake,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.