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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.