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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.