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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 The Golliwogs to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.