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 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
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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.