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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.