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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
The Saints,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.