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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Symarip,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.