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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.