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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
The Standells,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.