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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.