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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.