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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.