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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Technova,
New Order,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.