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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Oneida,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.