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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.