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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.