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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.