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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.