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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.