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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Sandy B,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.