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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.