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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.