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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.