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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.