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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
The Index,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.