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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.