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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.