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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.