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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.