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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.