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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.