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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Can,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Television,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.