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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Kayak to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
The Victims,
New Order,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
the Swans,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.