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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.