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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.