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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.