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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.