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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.