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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.