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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.