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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
The Sound,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.
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.