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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.