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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Inner City,
cv313,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.