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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
10cc,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.