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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.