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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.