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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doors to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.