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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Carl Craig 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.