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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.