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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.